Darron’s post has me thinking of the fear people have of nothing after death.
I don’t get it. Guess it has to do with me spending, (lets see 61 minus 16/17), four decades getting used to the notion.
For me the thought of nothing after death has made my day to day existence so much more important,
to develop the awareness to actually witness and think about, and absorb the moments of one’s life and struggles.
in the end
I’ll bet by my mental landscape is infinitely richer and more fulfilling
than anyone’s who’s wrapped themselves up in a dogmatic tribal text as though that represents all of the truth this Universe has to offer. Sick thought that one.